Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.